Shifting Sand Hello, I’m Eve. Over the past couple of months, you’ve read pieces of my story as I’ve shared some of my experiences, reflections, struggles, and lessons with you. Some moments have been easier to put into words than others. But today, I’m coming to you a little differently. In this edition, I need
It had been almost two years. The conversation had ended. The friendship had ended. They no longer crossed paths. But the hurt had stayed. It had settled quietly into Eve’s heart, leaving a scar that time alone had not healed. Whenever someone mentioned that person’s name, Eve’s chest tightened. Whenever the memory surfaced, the
Half the year is gone. How are you… really? June arrived quietly, and before Eve realized it, the month and the first half of the year were almost over. One evening, at the beginning of the month; Eve sat quietly with a cup of tea and opened the notepad where she had written her goals
The quiet emotions we ignore can become louder struggles later. It was a regular Tuesday evening. The office had emptied out, and Eve packed her bag, ready to head home. As she walked toward the elevator, she noticed Jason leaving with his girlfriend. They looked happy together. Jason and Hannah had met at the firm
A story about silent struggles, hidden exhaustion, and the courage to finally say, “I’m not okay.” From our last edition of Eve’s story, where she disconnected to reconnect, she felt a little more like herself again. Eve’s phone lit up again.“We’re going bowling tonight – don’t say no again” her friends had written.She stared at
Eve didn’t realize how worn out she was. She was always on the move – tasks to complete, customers craving her attention. She had become “the face of the office.” Everyone needed her. Everyone relied on her. She told herself she was being productive. But somewhere beneath the performance, she was craving attention too. Daily,
